Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 09:08:50 +0200
From: John P
Subject: TONY TAUGHT ME (mb,Mm,Mb,MMb)
TONY TAUGHT ME (mb,Mm,Mb,MMb)
by John P
Copyright 2011
In 1958, the summers were long and hot, much different to the weather we
get now in 2011. The halcyon days were filled with outside activities and
TV was not yet readily available for the vast majority of our parents. Only
the rich had TVs or cars which meant that we working class kids stayed home
a lot and played outside with our many friends.
At 11 years old, our imaginations were all we had to work with and wooden
sticks were fashioned to make the tommy-guns like our fathers had not so
long ago returned to the army as each one had been demobbed. In those days,
we played away from our mothers' sight from after breakfast until early
evening when we went home because we were hungry. The days were spent
`killing' each other as our ragtag soldiers sought out invisible enemies in
order to dispatch them so that the British would be triumphant.
There would be occasions when our numbers would be depleted because
somebody had to go with their mother to get some new clothes or go to the
dentist, and often our numbers would be so few that we'd have to do
something else instead of `killing' the enemy.
On this day, nobody was playing out and I took my bike to the park. There
were lots of parents around with lots of kids but it was mostly young ones,
aged 8 and under. A couple of older boys were there, just sitting, and just
a few men on their own, seated on the benches or snoozing on the grass. The
day was hot and the shop next to the tennis courts conducted brisk
business, particularly cold drinks. I watched the tennis-players sweat as
their game took its toll on their strength and energy but I soon became
bored with it.
I went off in search of adventure with my bike and rode over to the far
corner of the park, next to the heavily wooded section where men and boys
relaxed in the shade under the trees. They were dotted around, all sitting
or lying, and smoking or drinking beer from bottles they had brought with
them. I sat down too, my bottle of pop carefully set down in a place away
from the sun.
Then came the time I needed to pee and I wondered if I dare just go into
the trees to do it or whether I should be a good boy and use the public
toilets 30 yards away. I decided on the toilets and asked a man nearby if
he'd keep an eye on my bike and my pop for me while I went for a pee. When
he said he would, I made my way to the toilets.
It was cool in there and it smelled a bit of urine and cleaning
fluid. There was a stainless steel trough for everybody to pee into so I
pulled down my shorts and took my little willy in my hand. Just then, a boy
of about 14 came in and stood next to me. He undid the buttons on his
shorts and pulled his dick out. I looked, of course, because I couldn't
help it. It was much bigger than mine and the knob was bare, unlike my own
which had a foreskin. I was intrigued by it and I stared but then the boy
turned towards me and I could see the whole thing.
He was still peeing but his urine was going into the trough in front of
me. I'd finished my own peeing but I stood there, little willy in hand,
watching this big boy peeing. As I continued to watch, he pulled back on
the big shaft, making it bigger, and I could see it was beginning to
harden.
He made me jump when he said softly, "You have a nice dick," and I suddenly
blushed. I was about to pull up my shorts when he said, "Let me look at it
a bit longer." I stood there as he finished peeing and he moved beside me,
his dick still out of his shorts.
His hand touched my willy and it lurched but my eyes were still staring at
the big dick that stuck out of his shorts. I felt my dick harden and his
other hand reached behind me to fondle my bare bottom. He was playing with
my foreskin and running his finger up and down my bum-crack. For some
reason, I was not scared and, because I liked the feeling he was giving me,
I let him continue.
"Feel mine," he whispered and my hand trembled as I reached out to feel his
big cock. I had never handled another boy's dick and I didn't know what to
expect but it felt silky soft, yet at the same time hard and warm. His
fingers worked around the foreskin covering my knob and I felt a
strangeness I couldn't explain.
Just then, we heard somebody whistling as they approached where we were. We
each swiftly covered ourselves and walked out together, passing the man
going in.
"Do you want to play some more?" he whispered when we were outside and I
couldn't think of a reason not to so I nodded and he said to get my bike
and follow him. The man who watched over my bike saw me coming back and I
thanked him before moving off to join my new friend.
"My name is Tony and I'm 14," he said and I told him my name was John and I
was 11.
We made our way through the trees, following narrow paths, and I was
beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea because of the bike I was
having to wheel along with me. Eventually though, we came to a small
clearing and once I stood my bike against a tree, I went and sat beside
him.
He didn't seem to know what to do next and I certainly didn't. Eventually
he said, "Do you know how to kiss?" and I didn't know quite what he
meant. "I mean," he said, "have you kissed anybody before?"
"Only my mum and my sister. Why?" I said, still mystified.
"No, I didn't mean one of those kisses," he said and he seemed
uncomfortable to be talking about it.
At length, he asked, "Do you mind if I kiss you?" and I wondered then what
he could mean but I said no, I didn't mind.
He leaned towards me and his lips brushed against mine, and I let him
continue. Then he began to kind of rub them against mine and his tongue
came out and he licked them. I jerked my head back, startled by what he was
doing.
"It's alright," he said shyly. "It's French kissing. Do you know what that
is?" and I admitted that I didn't. "Just open your lips a bit and I'll put
my tongue between them."
What on earth was he talking about? His tongue between my lips? My friends
had never mentioned knowing about anything like this and I wasn't sure I
would ask them. It sounded a bit weird but it had felt OK so I nodded and
he leaned over to me again.
His lips touched mine and I opened them slightly, and I felt the tip of his
tongue slide between my teeth. His lips were full and soft and as he moved
his tongue around in my mouth, I became terribly embarrassed to find my
dick was growing in my pants. He must not have noticed because he kept
licking my teeth and gums and I found myself involuntarily sucking on the
invading tongue. It was really quite a nice feeling I got between my legs
but I couldn't quite connect the two things in my head.
"Do you like it?" he asked and I had to admit that I did. "Put your tongue
in my mouth now," he said softly and his lips parted, allowing my little
tongue into his mouth.
He sucked on it and licked around it, making me feel quite dizzy with the
sensations I was getting. My dick wouldn't go down and I had to try and
keep it away from his leg so he wouldn't know what was happening to
me. Then he started to move his head to and fro, his lips moving back and
forth along the length of my tongue. Wow! That felt good!
His hand touched my thigh over my shorts and I tried to avoid letting him
touch my stiff dick, thinking that he might think there was something wrong
with me. He found it though and he registered no surprise when he found it
all stiff. Indeed he kissed me harder once he touched it. I couldn't quite
work this out. It was as if he expected it to be stiff.
"Let me see it again, John," he whispered. "Take your shorts off."
We both stood and we watched each other pull down our shorts and
underpants. His dick was stiff too and I watched it bob in front of him,
looking too at the hair which had started to grow around it and on his
ball-bag underneath. His shaft was big and I wondered briefly if mine would
grow that big too. We sat down again next to each other and he kissed me
again, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
As he kissed me, he pushed back slightly so that I lay on my back and he
was over me, his lips on mine. His hand went to my dick and it felt nice as
he gently fondled it, playing with my foreskin and then my little balls
with his fingertips. My heart was pounding as he felt me up and I lay
there, enjoying the feeling of the first person ever touching my dick. This
was much better than touching myself!
He took my hand and laid it on his dick. I felt embarrassed as I thought to
myself how wonderful it felt and I toyed with it, feeling the heat and the
thickness of his 5-inch cock. Then suddenly a realisation hit me. My sister
did this with her boyfriend! I'd sneaked a peek at them once and, as they
kissed, each had their hand in the other's crotch, fondling their
genitals. I was doing the same now! I was feeling somebody up but it wasn't
a girl! `This has to be weird!' I thought but it felt so good that I didn't
want to stop it.
We lay there, his fingers stroking my shaft up and down, and he moved his
head down to capture one of my nipples between his lips. When the tip of
his tongue tickled my nipple, it was like a jolt of electricity went
through me. Unconsciously, my hand went behind his head and I stroked his
hair while he sucked my wet nipple.
My hand had begun to feel his knob and I felt a wetness on my fingers,
wondering if I was making him pee but it felt slippery, not at all like
pee. He moaned at my touch and I wondered if I was hurting him but he
didn't seem like he wanted me to stop. His hand was still stroking my dick
and I wondered if he would give me that feeling I was used to getting when
I played with my dick at night in bed.
It was then that he left my nipple and pulled his dick from my hand, and I
was absolutely blown away when he kissed my dick! Not only that but he
licked it too. `Yuk! That must taste nasty!' I thought. `I pee out of
that!' But when his hot wet mouth enveloped it completely, I was in heaven!
Never had I thought such a feeling was possible.
His mouth was full of my 4-inch dick and he looked up at me as he tickled
my knob with his tongue, touching the tip also to the sensitive bit just
underneath. My dick jerked as he tickled my dick over and over and I almost
wanted to cry out to tell him to stop but it felt too good to do that.
"Tony, that's..." but I couldn't find the words. His tongue was bathing my
little dick and my hand was behind his head, pulling him further into me,
wanting more. His fingers tickled my balls and I felt absolutely wonderful
but that was nothing compared with what happened next. He started to suck!
I had never felt anything even remotely as exciting as this in all my 11
years and it felt fantastic!
He began to bob his head and I watched as my dick appeared and then
disappeared into his mouth over and over. His mouth sucked, his tongue
tickled my pee-slit, and I was in a land far away, carried along on a wave
of pleasure. But my `feeling' was coming and I wasn't sure if I should say
something but I couldn't think straight any more.
My little balls were pulled up into my groin and I got my `feeling'. My
dick jerked and then started to pulse and I was moaning as he continued to
suck. The sensation was incredibly intense and his fingers tickling my
balls just seemed to intensify the whole experience. I heard a voice cry
out, "Oh Tony!" and I realised it was mine.
He stopped sucking then, just keeping my dick inside his hot mouth. I
played with his hair, stroking it and running my fingers through it and,
after a minute, he released my dick and moved up to kiss me. His tongue
entered my mouth and as I sucked on it, I realised that it would be just
like it felt for him, just like sucking a dick and it aroused me to think
of HIS dick in MY mouth.
"Did you like that?" he whispered some seconds later and I gave him a goofy
smile and said, "Yes!"
I felt his hand playing with his dick and I realised that he hadn't had his
`feeling' yet so I asked him, "Can I do that for you, Tony?" It wasn't a
favour for him; I wanted to play with his lovely dick.
"Oh yes please, sexy boy!" and I blushed a deep red.
He sat up and straddled my thighs and I watched his big dick bob about in
the air. I began to stroke it, but without experience, I was pretty
hopeless and he guided my hand so that I was doing it properly, moving in a
way he called `wanking'. His big balls rested on my soft dick as I pumped
his hard cock and I watched as a pearl of slippery stuff appeared at his
pee-slit. He saw it too and I was surprised when he put the tip of his
finger to it and then put it into his mouth and sucked it off. I wondered
what it tasted like.
When he did it a second time, he offered his finger to me and I tentatively
tasted it, discovering that it just tasted salty and not nasty at all. I
licked it off, keeping his finger in my mouth and sucking it like I did
with his tongue. He looked down at me, stroking my cheek as I sucked his
finger and he started to move it in and out of my mouth, replicating what
his mouth had done to my dick earlier.
"You're going to make me cum," he said and I looked at him with a blank
expression. "Never mind," he said, "just watch."
I had no idea what I was going to see but I wanked his thick cock, closely
watching his face and seeing it become distorted as his excitement seemed
to increase. His eyes rolled up into his head and he moaned, "Faster, John!
Do it faster!"
My other hand went underneath his lovely cock and my fingers played with
his large balls. The hair around his cock felt strange because it was the
first time I had ever touched some but I imagined myself having some like
it in the future. His hard cock and soft balls felt wonderful in my hands
and I wondered briefly if any of my friends had done anything like this.
My eyes were fixed on his big knob and I don't know why. Something would
happen and I supposed that it would be to do with the knob. I wondered if I
should kiss his cock but then I thought better of it, thinking maybe it
wouldn't be what he wanted. Instead of sitting on my thighs, he raised
himself up slightly and I knew something was about to happen.
"I'm cumming, John!" he groaned through clenched teeth and I watched in
amazement as some white stuff shot out of his pee-slit and landed on my
neck. A second lot, bigger than the first, shot out and splattered on my
chin. Then it was pumping out, gob after gob of this white stuff that was
red hot on my skin. His cock jerked and jerked, but I kept wanking him
because he didn't tell me to stop. His body was rigid and I could see the
tendons sticking out in his neck as his cock kept spurting.
My mouth was open in shock as all this white stuff poured out and I watched
each dollop as it fell on my chest and finally my belly. When the jerking
stopped, he held my hand still, stopping me from any more wanking. His face
was flushed and his breathing was ragged and I wondered if he was ill. As I
watched his pee-slit, some of the white stuff was still oozing out onto my
belly but I didn't touch it.
Finally it ended and he scooped some of the white stuff up on his fingers
and fed them into his mouth. I looked aghast at what he did and he smiled
at me and said, "Do you want to taste?"
I shook my head but I didn't know why. It couldn't be nasty otherwise he
wouldn't be eating it himself. I watched as he scooped up all of it, bit by
bit, and when it came to the last bit, he asked me once again.
"Try it, John. It won't hurt you." he said and I finally agreed. He put his
fingers to my lips and I could smell a fishy aroma but I took his
fingertips into my mouth and prepared to spit them out again. It wasn't as
bad as I thought it would be and so I licked his fingers clean.
He rolled off and lay beside me but he leaned up to kiss me and I opened my
lips so he could push his tongue inside. I could taste the white stuff on
his tongue and I sucked greedily, feeling his softening cock with one of my
hands. It was wet on the end, I suppose with the white stuff and I wondered
if he wanted me to lick it off. I looked up at him expectantly and he
grinned.
"Go on," he said and my head went down and my mouth sucked in his big
knob. I licked his pee-slit and I could taste traces of the white stuff
around the knob. He breathed in sharply as my mouth enveloped the sensitive
knob but he held me there with his hands until he had had enough. Then he
pulled his cock from my mouth and laid beside me.
I had to ask. "What was that white stuff, Tony?" He looked at me and spoke
quietly.
"That was spunk, John. It's what we pump into girls when they want babies."
I was speechless. He must be kidding, right? But his face was serious and I
was pretty sure he wasn't the jokey type of boy. He looked at me and he
could see that I wasn't totally convinced so he decided to explain further.
"Girls have a hole between their legs instead of a dick. You put your stiff
dick inside the hole and `fuck' them. That means going to and fro inside
their hole until the spunk gets pumped into them and then they have a
baby. That's how we both got born. Our parents did it."
My mind was trying to picture Mum and Dad doing this but I just couldn't
imagine it. Oh God! I just had a thought. My sister could have a baby if
her boyfriend `fucked' her! That's why Mum kept telling her not to let boys
`touch' her.
"Men can fuck each other too," he said and I was puzzled again. "I'll show
you sometime."
He cuddled me then and I felt good with his arms around me.
"Tony?" I said and he looked at me. "I don't have any spunk. Why not?"
He explained about my age and that soon I would start making it in my balls
and then I'd have to be careful not to fuck a girl and make her have a
baby.
"But," he said, "there's a way of fucking without making babies. You just
do it with other men."
When I pointed out that we don't have holes between our legs, he went on to
explain that a man did it to him and he loved feeling the man's cock in his
bottom. My mind raced at the possibility of a cock like Tony's going inside
a tiny bum-hole and I couldn't see how it could possibly fit. When I
mentioned this, he simply said, "It stretches, just like a girl's hole."
"Do you want to do this again sometime?" he asked and I said, "Oh yes,
Tony. Will you show me some other stuff?"
Four days later, we met up in the park again, both of us on our bikes. We
had arranged to meet, but it was raining so we couldn't go into the trees
again. Tony said he'd show me what he did sometimes in the public
toilets. When we went in, we were alone and he showed me what a `glory
hole' was. Inside some cubicles, there was a big hole cut out in the wall
and you could see through it into the next cubicle. He explained that the
hole was the right height to stick your cock through for the man on the
other side to suck it without either of you being seen by anybody outside.
I couldn't believe it! Men actually did that with people they didn't even
know? He assured me that it was true and he did it often when he came
here. This, he said, was how he met the man who was the first to fuck
him. The first? The significance of what he'd just said did not escape me.
"I'll show you," he said and went into the next cubicle. Next thing I knew,
his cock came through the hole and he said for me to suck it. I went down
on my knees and took his knob into my mouth. It tasted good and soon I
could taste his `pre-cum'. Just the we heard somebody enter the toilets and
we stayed still, barely daring to breathe. His cock was still in my mouth
and I licked his pee-slit with my tongue.
We both held our breath, waiting for the man who was pissing to
leave. Water ran as he washed his hands and then we heard him leave and the
outer door banged shut. He hadn't left though; he had just pretended that
he had.
"Okay," said Tony, "put yours through the hole now," and I felt his hot
mouth as it closed over my dick.
Ten seconds later, a man's voice said, "Hello, Tony. Still using this place
to suck cock, dirty boy?"
Somebody had opened Tony's door and caught him sucking my dick. His mouth
left my dick and I pulled it back through the hole, hoping that the man had
not seen me but it was too late. "And it's a little boy this time, I see,"
said the man, chuckling.
"Hello, Jimmy. Do you want the usual?" Tony asked and the man replied that
it would be nice.
I waited, holding my breath, but they didn't leave. Instead, my door opened
and they both came in. Tony looked a bit sheepish as he introduced us but
the man was staring at my little willy. I didn't know what to do but
running away was not an option because the man was blocking the door.
"He's cute," Jimmy said to Tony. "Has he got a nice bottom like you?"
"Leave him alone, Jimmy. It's me you want," and Tony and he took down his
shorts and underpants, turning around to show the man his young
bottom. "You like this, don't you, Jimmy? You can't get enough of this, can
you?" he said and the man began to pull down his own pants and underwear.
I stood there, trembling with fear, as the man's massive cock came into
view. It was 7-inches long and awfully thick. The man's big hairy hand went
down to my naked crotch and his fingers caressed my little dick, playing
with the foreskin as Tony watched. It felt good and soon I started to relax
but I couldn't take my eyes off the man's enormous cock.
"Play with it, John," he said softly and my hand reached out to it. The
knob seemed absolutely enormous to me and I couldn't touch my fingers
together when I circled his cock with my hand. I wanked it, feeling the
power and strength in it, and Tony watched my hand move to and fro along
its length.
I think Tony was getting hot watching us because the next thing he said
was, "Suck his cock, John!" and I tried to do what he wanted. I opened my
mouth as wide as I could but I struggled to get his knob past my lips. Once
inside, I could taste the man's salty pre-cum oozing from his slit and his
hands went behind my head, holding me firmly in place. I sucked the best I
could and the man moaned at my efforts.
Tony had a jar of Vaseline in his hands the next time I looked at him and
he was plastering the contents in and around his bum-hole. I remembered
what he had said about a bum-hole stretching and it looked like I was going
to see the man fuck my Tony.
"Come on, Jimmy," Tony said and handed the Vaseline to Jimmy. He pulled his
cock out of my mouth and I watched in awe as he slathered the jelly over
the full length of his cock. Tony was bent over the toilet bowl, his palms
flat against the wall. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Give me all of it."
"Come here, kid," he said to me. "Put this cock in your boyfriend's hole,"
and I grasped the monster, looking for Tony's hole. There it was, a tiny
pink rosebud, and I just couldn't see how the man was going to push it
inside Tony's little bum-hole. I placed the cock to the little hole and
watched in amazement as the large knob opened the hole right up and passed
into it, and I heard Tony's sharp intake of breath as he was impaled on
this adult cock.
The man leant over Tony's back and whispered, "I've waited all week for
you, Tony, because you're the best. Tell me how much you want it, sweety."
I watched in fascination as the long cock advanced inch by inch into Tony's
bottom and I was totally amazed as the man's hairy crotch was tight up
against Tony's bottom. The whole 7-inches of extremely thick cock was
jammed up inside Tony and I felt a shudder of excitement run through
me. Tony sighed and the man began to move back and forth, fucking my
friend's bottom.
Less than a minute later, Tony began to wail and he moaned, "Fuck me,
Jimmy! Give me every inch!"
I couldn't help it but I was wanking my own dick at the sight of my friend
being fucked by this man. My eyes were fixed on the point of their joining
and the man's red angry-looking cock pistoned in and out of Tony's
bottom. I had never seen anything like this before but I knew that Tony
loved it by the moaning he was doing and his continuous sighing at each
thrust of the man's cock. I wondered briefly how good it would feel if a
man put his cock up my bottom and fucked me.
The man began to pant hard and the next thing I knew, he held Tony's hips
tight and I could see all his muscles tense up. He pushed his cock in Tony
one last time and held it there as he groaned loudly. I didn't know for
sure but I was guessing that the man's white stuff was being pumped inside
Tony's bottom. Tony held still as the man shot his hot spunk into his
bottom, and he moaned too, I suppose feeling the stuff spurting inside him.
"Jimmy!" cried Tony. " I love it! I fucking love it!" and then my `feeling'
started. My whole body shook and I almost fell down when my legs began to
tremble. My body was rigid, stiff as a board, and something was happening
to my little balls like it always did.
Jimmy was kissing the back of Tony's neck as his spunk blasted into my
friend's bottom and I kept watching to see what would happen next. How does
it feel when a man spurts up your bottom? How would it feel if Tony did it
to me? Did I want him to? It looked like a lot of fun for Tony so I guessed
that it didn't hurt otherwise he wouldn't have let the man do it to him.
After about half a minute, the man pulled his cock out of Tony and I
watched with awe as it came completely out and I saw some white stuff ooze
out. The incredible thing was the size of Tony's bum-hole. It was gaping
open! The tiny pink rosebud that he had was now very red and wide open and
the man grabbed me and stood me behind Tony.
"Look at that bum-hole, kid," he said. "See what I did to your boyfriend!"
I was close to it and I could see right inside Tony. Wow!
As the man pulled his pants up, Tony stood up straight and turned
around. Then he kissed Jimmy and whispered, "Thankyou," to him. Then the
man kissed me and turned to leave. "I hope you'll want my cock one day," he
whispered and then he turned and left.
I don't know why but I tilted my head up to kiss Tony and he took me in his
arms. I felt as though I was comforting him but I couldn't figure out what
harm he'd suffered. He wanted what the man did to him yet I still wanted to
make him better in my childish way.
He sat me down on the toilet bowl and stood between my open legs, offering
his cock to my lips. I took in his knob straight away, knowing what he
wanted me to do. I licked his pee-slit and found that his slippery pre-cum
had been pouring out and covered most of his knob. I licked and sucked his
shaft, playing with his balls and making him moan. Then he did something
new.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and said, "Open your mouth, John." I sat
there, keeping my mouth open, and watched as he began to wank his cock just
an inch from my lips. Ten seconds later, the first gob of spunk shot out
and hit me just under my nose. His cock jerked and the second gob went on
my top lip, closely followed by the next three or four which hit my
tongue. Then he rested his cock on my bottom lip and the rest of his spunk
just dribbled out and pooled behind my bottom teeth.
His hands caressed my head and I closed my lips around his shaft, tasting
the salty stuff that pooled around my tongue. I sucked his dick, touching
his pee-slit with the tip of my tongue, hoping to get some more spunk
out. I sucked him dry and then cleaned up his lovely dick as it began to go
soft. I was too young at the time but even so, I realised that this was as
close as you could ever get to a man, to swallow his spunk and lick him
clean again.
Eventually he pulled his dick from me and pulled me to my feet. His hands
went behind me and they cupped my bum-cheeks, and he kissed my lips,
pushing his tongue gently between them. I felt so close to him, my
14-year-old hero, and felt that I was lucky that he chose me to do these
lovely things with.
When we finally pulled apart, I looked into his eyes and asked, "Will you
fuck me sometime, Tony?" and he just looked at me.
He kissed my lips once more and simply said, "You can count on it," and
then he grinned.
We only managed to meet up twice in the next three weeks and our activities
were restricted to mutual masturbation and oral sex but I found everything
with Tony so enjoyable that I wanted more and I often wanked myself at
night, picturing the day when he would push his cock up inside me and make
love to me `properly'.
He took me home one day and I was embarrassed when his dad caught us
kissing in the living room but his dad showed no disapproval, in fact he
showed no surprise at all and I wondered how Tony would explain away his
kissing of a young boy of 11. But no explanations were required or offered
and I was surprised when Tony fondled my crotch while we sat next to his
dad as we all watched their new TV.
His dad saw Tony do it and I was afraid that he would start to make a fuss
but, apart from licking his lips as he watched, Tony's dad did nothing. I
did notice the bulge in the front of his pants though. Nothing was said
either as Tony took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom and it was
there that I was to lose my virginity to the person I liked to think of as
my 14-year-old boyfriend.
Tony kissed me tenderly as his hands undressed me and soon I was a naked
11-year-old in the arms of his boyfriend. He pushed me down to my knees and
watched me worship his dick, making me look into his eyes as I performed
the act. I thought I saw a movement near the door but I must have been
mistaken because when I stopped to look, nobody was there.
My boyfriend stripped his clothes off and placed me on the bed, on hands
and knees, and then proceeded to lick my little bum-hole. I opened my legs
wider and I felt his tongue try to push inside my hole. It was electric!
The feeling was exquisite as he used his tongue and he stopped briefly to
tell me to push out, `just like when you have a shit' and when I did, his
tongue entered me and he wriggled it around in my tight hole.
I was in absolute heaven as he did this to me and the excitement was
increased when he began to masturbate me at the same time. My head went
down to the pillow and my bum was high in the air, and Tony worked me over,
bringing new sensations to my juvenile body that I would never have dreamed
possible. He stopped briefly and I felt his fingers begin to spread some
cold greasy stuff around my bum-hole and I knew it would be Vaseline.
He knelt behind me, his placed his knob at the entrance to my hole and
pushed forward. "Push out!" he hissed and then I remembered from before and
I did so, allowing his knob to open my sphincter wide and to enter me. It
took my breath away. After a few moments, he pushed forward again and soon
his entire length was inside me. I was impaled on my boyfriend's 5-inch
dick!
Tony fucked me gently, pushing and pulling his dick carefully so he
wouldn't hurt me and I looked between my legs to see his balls banging
against me with each inward thrust. His dad was stood in the doorway behind
us! The cock that protruded from his open fly was long and thick, and he
was wanking it as he watched his son fuck a young boy!
My boyfriend held me fast with his hands gripping my hips tightly so I
couldn't move, and I watched through my legs as his dad shot a torrent of
white spunk all over the floor in front of him. As Tony continued to fuck
me, I watched his dad disappear and then I heard water running in the
bathroom. There was no indication from Tony that there was anything out of
the ordinary and I wondered then if there was something between the two of
them.
Suddenly there was no more time to wonder about anything as Tony gripped my
hips harder and he began to pant. He slammed into me one last time and held
himself tight against my bum as his dick jerked inside me and I thrilled to
the realisation that my boyfriend was starting to shoot his spunk inside
me. I felt the hot liquid deep inside me as his cock jerked time after
time. His moaning increased in volume as he shot more of his white stuff
and my hands gripped the pillow tightly as he filled me.
This was it! This was what I always wanted! My boyfriend was breeding me
like he would a girl! Wow!
He released my hips and collapsed over my back, his arms going around my
waist and then lower to fondle my stiff dick. His fingers tickled my little
balls and I felt really special, pleased that he would want to make love to
me and not somebody else. He pulled his cock out of me very slowly and
examined my hole before making me lie down and turn over so he could kiss
me.
His hand masturbated me as he continued to kiss me and finally he kissed
his way down my body and captured my stiff dick in his mouth and began to
suck. My dick responded to Tony's mouth and he made it even better by
playing with my balls as he sucked. It was only seconds later that I got my
`feeling' and I started to buck against his mouth, forcing him to hold me
down as I thrashed about.
When it all subsided, I was horrified to see his dad waiting by the door
for us to finish. He was holding two glasses of Coke and only moved towards
us when it was obvious we had done all we were going to. He handed the
glasses to us and then said to me, "Was it good, John?" and I blushed a
deep red.
"It was very good, Dad," Tony said, grinning down at me. I didn't know what
to do or say. It was too late to cover myself against his dad's eyes and
the man took in the sight of my softening dick, licking his lips again as
he had done earlier.
Then he left, leaving Tony and I to kiss tenderly as we rested after our
love-making. I had to ask, of course.
"Tony, doesn't your dad mind what we're doing?" and he laughed.
"You might as well know. Since Mum left, we sleep together and he does me
all the time."
"Don't you mind?" I asked incredulously.
"I love his cock in me. I like any man's cock in me," he said and, for a
moment, I felt betrayed. He must have sensed my feelings because he added,
"But you're special," and I cuddled him, feeling now that all was well with
the world. "Will you come over next Saturday?" he asked and I readily
agreed.
Dressed and downstairs once more, it was time for me to leave and I was
embarrassed when Tony's dad kissed my lips and said, "See you again,"
before I actually left the house to go home. On the way, I thought long and
hard about what Tony had told me and I was becoming aroused at the thought
of the two of them together in bed.
The next Saturday, I arrived on their doorstep and Tony's dad invited me
in. Tony would be back in about an hour, he said, and he gave me a drink
and we sat on the settee to wait for him. We talked, and he embarrassed me
by telling me how handsome he thought I was and, at the same time, resting
his hand on my leg. When I didn't object, his hand move further towards my
dick and I have to admit that I was getting harder at his touch.
Five minutes later, his pants were around his ankles and I was on my knees
between his legs, sucking his large knob into my mouth and licking his
pee-slit, tasting the salty stuff that oozed out. That's what Tony found me
doing when he walked in two minutes later and, instead of being angry with
me, he knelt behind me, pulled my pants down and began to tongue my
bum-hole.
Three minutes after that, he pushed his dick into my bum as I sucked his
dad's cock. He fucked me, sometimes very hard, and I thought it might have
been his idea of punishing me. It wasn't much of a punishment though
because I enjoyed his roughness but I didn't show it.
His dad shot his spunk into my mouth and I swallowed all I could, losing a
little from the side of my mouth as I tried my best to save myself from
drowning in his copious volume of potent sperm. When he had pumped his
balls empty, he went behind Tony and played with his balls until his body
went rigid and he moaned as he began to shoot his spunk deep inside me. I
felt the wonderful pulsing of his dick as he began to spurt his stuff into
my rectum, bathing the walls in hot spunk.
Tony's arms went around me and he held me tightly around the waist so I
wouldn't move as he filled me up with his hot spunk. His dad lay down
beside me and kissed me as his son bred me and I was so aroused that I
kissed him back enthusiastically.
"You like spunk, don't you, John?" he asked and I had to agree. "Do you
want mine inside your bum too?" and I said, "Please."
My own little dick was stiff and I wanted to wank it but my arms were
holding me up so Tony's dad licked my stiffy until I got my `feeling' and
my bum-hole gripped Tony's cock harder, making Tony moan some more. He
kissed the back of my neck as his father's tongue went in my mouth and I
had to admit to myself that sex with these two was wonderful.
Tony pulled his cock out of me very slowly when he was finally finished,
even though I didn't want him to and we collapsed in a heap, each kissing
the other and feeling each other's body. Tony's dad watched as his son
kissed me gently and then he got up and went for some more Coke. All this
sex had made the three of us very thirsty and, as we rested, I told them
both how much I had enjoyed the feelings that they had given me.
"I think you should have more spunk inside you before you go home," Tony's
dad said and grinned.
"Watch out," said Tony, "or you'll be permanently full of spunk each time
you come to visit," and he grinned at me. I held him to me and kissed his
lips.
"Do you promise?" I asked and I wasn't laughing. I was hoping that there
would be much more of their kind of loving, the kind I didn't get from my
dad.
An hour later, Tony's dad invited me upstairs and I went with him, watching
his naked muscular legs and buttocks as he went before me. I watched in awe
as his large ball-bag moved as we climbed the stairs and I wanted to feel
the big balls and touch my little tongue to them. Once inside his bedroom,
I spotted some stuff of Tony's and I realised that Tony really did sleep
with his dad sometimes.
Tony's dad lay on the bed and his semi-stiff cock rested on his belly. It
was long and thick, and I wanted to feel it inside me. First though, he had
me lie on top of him and he played with my bum-cheeks, finally reaching for
my hole and fingering it. Tony's spunk had started to leak out of me and
his dad put a finger inside me. I was wet, spunky, and this lubrication
helped him to finger-fuck me.
I lay there on his body, my chest and belly feeling the hairs on his chest,
and I kissed his neck and shoulder. A second finger joined the first in my
bottom and I sighed at the sensation he was giving me. His other hand
reached out to the night-stand and he retrieved a jar of Vaseline, and he
offered it to me to take the lid off. I took it and removed the lid,
holding it while he took a scoop from it and rubbed it around and inside my
bum-hole. A second scoop was taken and I moved aside so he could lubricate
the cock that would soon be fucking me.
He moved me then so that my bum-hole was directly over his big knob and I
held my breath as he pushed at my bum-hole. It was still partly open after
Tony had fucked me so it was just a little easier when the enormous knob
pushed through my sphincter. I clutched him tightly, feeling some pain as
his knob opened me wide and it slipped inside. He waited then, until I was
comfortable again and then he pushed once more, forcing more of his manhood
inside me.
"Sit down on it, John. Just take as much as you want," he said softly and I
nodded, moving down so that more of his thick cock was being forced into
me. I moved gingerly, not wanting to get hurt by the first adult cock I had
ever experienced. `I wonder if my dad's cock is this big,' I thought
briefly as I moved down further onto the massive shaft.
Finally I could feel the hair around his cock scratching my bottom and I
had the sensation of my insides being completely filled with cock. Amazing!
I moved up slightly and then down again, feeling the wondrous shaft move
inside me and I wanted more!
"Fuck me, John!" he said softly. "Fuck my cock as hard as you can!"
I began to ride him like a cowboy, feeling myself being impaled on the long
shaft on every downstroke. He held my waist and fucked up into me each time
I pushed myself down and soon the rhythm increased in speed.
Next thing, he held me tight and rolled me over so that he was above me. He
pushed a pillow under my hips and he took over the fucking of my willing
bum-hole. He pounded into me and, as he lay over me, I bit his shoulder.
"Yes, John! Bite me! Bite me harder!" he cried and my arms went around his
back as I bit him as hard as I could on the same shoulder.
His hips pounded hard and fast into me and I was delirious with the
feelings it gave me.
"Fuck me!" I cried, not caring who heard me. This from an 11-year-old boy!
"I'm cumming, John! I'm cumming inside you!" he cried and he moaned as he
forced his cock into me one last time and held his hips tight against my
bottom.
I felt it! The jerking of his big cock inside me felt surreal and I was
suddenly conscious of the hot viscous spunk being pumped deep inside
me. His knees trembled as his cock jerked and I gripped him tightly as he
bred me. He groaned as each spurt of spunk left his cock and I moaned as I
felt it splash the walls of my insides.
When he had finished spurting, he kissed my lips tenderly and I thought for
an instant that maybe some of my friends might like this too. I lay there
with him on top of me and I felt his cock beginning to soften and finally
it slipped out of my bum-hole. I felt empty, disappointed, but he promised
me that he would fill me with cock anytime I wanted. When I said, "Now!" he
laughed and I grinned back at him.
I was full of spunk and I felt a wetness between my bum-cheeks, indicating
that his sperm was leaking out of my ravaged hole. I put my fingers there
and realised that the hole was gaping wide and I felt the hot slippery
spunk between my fingers. I had been fucked by an adult. A real man had
fucked me good and I was sure that I wanted much more of it in the future.
I became a regular visitor to Tony's house and was often fucked at both
ends by them. Word soon got round their family and I was introduced to
cousins and brothers, uncles and aunts, and over time, I was introduced by
them to more perverted sexual acts. Most of them just wanted a young boy to
have sex with but one of the cousins, a large 20-year-old, wanted to `rape'
me and once I had fulfilled the role and been raped, he was always so
gentle afterwards, kissing me gently and thanking me profusely for being
his `little girl' and letting him do me roughly. The family liked to watch
the `rape' and I was never sure it was because of the act or the `costume'
of knickers, bra, skirt and blouse I was made to wear that interested them
more.
Tony and his dad used to take me in the woods with them sometimes and watch
as men, 2 or 3 at a time, pleasured themselves in my mouth and bottom but
to be honest, I quite liked being used. Similarly, they would take me to
the public toilets and watch me swallow vast amounts of spunk from cocks
pushed through the glory-hole and would often fuck me while I sucked a
stranger's cock.
By the time I was 12, my education was complete but I still went to Tony's
house whenever I could, just in case there might be a new lesson!
END
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